Chapter 75. Do You Trust Me?

Mario’s head was tilted back against the leather headrest, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as Charles worked his magic on him. The room was quiet except for the shallow sound of his shaky breath from time to time and the hum of the AC.

Then his office door clicked open suddenly. "Sir," his assistant began, stepping inside without knocking, holding a tablet and a stack of folders.

She froze mid-step.

Mario’s body stiffened instantly. His hand shot to his face, rubbing down his jaw as if the motion would erase the scene. Charles turned slightly, not looking at her, but not moving either. He knew she couldn't see what was happening behind Mario's desk, but she surely ought to know.

The assistant’s eyes widened, and she quickly lowered her gaze. "So sorry, sir," she mumbled, backing out of the room and shutting the door in a swift retreat.

Silence dropped again, heavier now. Mario dragged in a breath and exhaled slowly. "Ye